This is the second one of these I've done for Draco, and the first I'm going to post in my own gallery, and is a transformation/Masking story of Draco becoming Guilimon as seen in this pic. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5747819/

Want one? Or just want a story to go along with a pic you've had made? Shoot me a note, and we'll work something out. Same as my usual commission, no bugs, no underaged, no incest, and not clowns, priced at a penny a word.



This was something new, and yet, something fun. The suit, the new one from his friends, wasn't a solid thing this time, not a skin that fell flat onto the floor when no one was wearing it. Instead, if felt hard to the touch, kind of like it was made of plaster, and inside Draco could see only darkness. It didn't worry him though. The people he worked with wouldn't hurt him...well one would, but he was safely constrained by this coworkers, so it was alright. Thinking that, Draco reached into the box, and pulled out the part that was sticking out, Guilimon's tail. He held it in his hands for a moment, feeling the texture of it, wondering just what it would feel like when he put i on, and with a casual shrug, started to stick it on his own tail. It was....normal. That was strange.

The thing felt like a regular costume, nothing special about it at all. It was just cheap plastic, and that made his mood drop a bit, as he reached forward, twisting the tail at the point where it met his body. Instantly he felt the thing tighten to his skin, conforming against it, and then locking into place. Then like tiny pinches, it seemed to grip his own tail beneath, which felt...like he was being tickled, making him laugh, and nearly loose his glasses, before it stopped, and the tail sort of flickered, the hard plastic turning into soft, warm flesh, and then becoming his own flesh, the tail underneath no longer felt, and instead the mask itself becoming part of his body. Smiling, after he was able to stop laughing, he patted the tail, and then proceeded to put on the rest of the suit.

Slipping on a leg, he wondered idly how he would look with just a tail, arms, legs, and chest of a Guilimon, as that was all that was in the box, but as he gave the leg a twist similar to the tail, he got his answer. Shooting out of the joint, something that felt like jelly began to spread over his skin, a soothing, chill sensation going with it, covering his body with it, and seeping into every crack in his skin, making his eyes roll back in pleasure, like this was a great massage, and then, just as it covered a quarter of his body, the jelly stopped, and he felt numb for an instant, before it seemed to normalize, and a quick poke showed the jelly was his new skin, Guilimon's skin. Smiling, he quickly repeated the procedure with the other leg, finding the jelly pieces touching at the point where his tail joined his body, and causing a thrill to shoot down it, making him wag it in delight, before grabbing one of the arms.

The arm was a bit harder to get on, but after a moment, he fit his own appendage into the back of it, feeling another tingle up his body as he did, before giving it a twist at the wrist, and this time bowling over with giggles. Where it had been tickling him with the tail, this one was like a hundred feathers brushing against his armpit, putting him on the floor with laughter as he felt the jelly again spread out, covering his back with the stuff, before it became his skin again, his new body coming along nicely. He could even feel muscles beneath the flesh, muscles far larger than his normal ones, making him feel powerful, and making him a bit more careful as he repeated the process with the other arm, trying in vain to keep a straight face as it took him, and failing miserably, having to wipe tears from his eyes after his laughing fits were over.

Next he picked up the chest, idly wondering what it would feel like, as he placed it atop his own chest, and instantly it grabbed him. His lungs filled with air as they became larger, and he was forced to take a deep, powerful breath, his chest rising, and making him feel for a moment, like he could have punched a mountain and expected it to crack. He then let it all out in a hurricane force of wind, his body's muscles tightening, becoming like rolled up cords, and when it was over, he had to stop himself from rushing outside to see if he could snap a thick oak like a twig, with the power he felt coursing through his body.

At last he came to the head, and he gripped it as well as he could with his new hands, lifting it over his own head, his glasses staring into the depths, before he slipped it on like a normal mask, expecting almost anything to happen. It was a slow process this time, and required no twisting to start. Instead, as soon as the head was on, he felt his skin around the neck go like jelly again, joining the top seamlessly with the body. Then his face felt weird, like it was stretching and distorting, almost like his skull was made of playdoh, but never did it feel painful. After a moment in the darkness, he found himself blinded by the light, forced to blink against the shine in his eyes, before his hand reached up to rub at them, and he felt back onto his bottom with a heavy thud.

When, at the end of it all, he could see, he looked at himself and smiled. The new him looked positively adorable, and it was him too. He couldn't even feel the Draco inside the suit this time, he really was Guilimon. He even felt his heart beating beneath the thick scales of his chest, and looking behind, he watched his tail whip back and forth, making him giggle a little, batting at it playfully, wondering if all the suits that his new friends made would feel this natural.